They stood in front of a building whose disturbing silence penetrated them with its mystery.
They entered without making any noise, because he whispered:
“It's the owner, she sleeps poorly. The tiniest noise wakes her up.”
They went up the stairs that led to Patrick's little room. As soon as he was inside, the man put his arm around the girl's waist and kissed her passionately on the chest!
She moaned with joy and let herself fall backward.
He slid his hand under her dress and almost tore her stockings. Danielle closed her eyes at this familiar caress and shivered passionately.
Patrick, proud of the woman's passivity, undid her dress and bra. Then he laid her down on the bed where she stretched out on her back, already opening her thighs. He didn't lose a moment!
He quickly dropped his pants, removed his shoes and without bothering to take off his shirt, ran to the body that was offering itself to his possession.
He lowered her panties and threw them on a chair. Then, without taking time to make himself comfortable, he lay on top of the satiny abdomen and readied himself to penetrate her. Suddenly he stopped and seemed indecisive.
What had happened to him?
He had the humid cavity right under him! All he had to do was gently enter the young woman who was beginning to moan with throaty sighs!
But the action he was about to perform seemed to demand something else besides this momentary exaltation. He had noticed that his partner was trying to use autosuggestion to experience what her gaping cunt needed.
Danielle was determined to feel pleasure and seemed to have become remarkably passive, although she had lost her desire. It seemed as though she would never experience new sensations again!
What did these bodies need so that they would be unanimous in proclaiming their passion in the final spasm?
Patrick was one of those people devoid of scruples who considered the human female to be the vessel of passing pleasure. So, when he saw one of them, inert and holding up her body to receive his semen without deigning to participate in her humble role, he felt an irritability that transported him into a terrifying anger.
“I have the feeling that you don't like this very much,” he said. “What do you need to feel something? A slap, perhaps!”
The young woman didn't seem disposed to allow these sentiments to continue. Even in this advantageous position, she was thinking of those males who had fucked her before! And what was any better about this one? If he could see himself, the bastard, with his cock that he's trying to get in. No, what he wants is to empty his balls. Then he'll give me a disgusted look!
Suddenly Patrick, seeing the state Danielle was in, having no reaction to his caresses, slapped her with all his strength and reddened her cheek! She tried to sit up and get her clothes, not having expected such a demonstration.
“Brute!” she shouted. “Is that what you call love! You don't know me and you hit me as if I've done something!”
“But you didn't do anything! That's why I wanted to stimulate your blood!”
Then, as if pushed by a blindness or an instinctive force which didn't give him time to think, the man began hitting the woman's body.
She gripped his hand to push him away and, grabbing the arm that was around her, she tried to pull it away to escape the man. Her body was turning red and her eyes were wide open, astonished by this unexpected attack, blinking at the passage of the hand that was beating her with such unbelievable savageness!
In a total unconsciousness, consecutive with the wild blows, the young woman no longer defended herself.
Then the man grew calmer as a cold sweat broke out on his temples, and he possessed her violently with all the fury of his exaltation.
She suddenly arched and uttered a long moan! Her blood was circulating faster and her insatiable body clung to this enchanted rivet which held her under the thrust of passion!
The two bodies remained entwined for a long time. She could no longer repulse this big man who fucked her so violently.
He was at the height of his pleasure while he moved gently, then from time to time returned brutally, caressing her everywhere, introducing his finger into her ass, caressing her nipples with his hand which he replaced by his tongue then by his entire warm mouth.
Soon they were moving in unison. Their asses were undulating majestically and their hands left no places untouched. The erect beast squandered his semen without worrying for a moment about where it would end up. What he was searching for was the satisfaction of the desire that had come from the depths of his being, engulfing the nervous afflux of the genetic instinct under its magnetic wave.
And could it have been otherwise? Could the two bodies have been able to delay this outpouring of their fluids, not demand this union necessary to their survival?
We have to experience pleasure. We can't live in ivory towers where the unintelligent individual wastes away and lacks respect for nature.
For the moment, after submitting to an atrociously violent attack and still feeling the effects, the young woman seemed totally exhausted.
Patrick had slid gently along the woman's buttocks and his cock, which had returned to an alarming state, was touching that warm skin which had opened to receive it.
They rested finally, but continued to caress each other. Their intimate parts still had movements of impatience, like little jumps of revolt which indicated that their seed had not been completely used up.
It was very late. They could hear the steps of a few passersby in the street now, hurrying to their homes.
“Do you think that your pleasure equalled mine, darling?” asked Patrick. “I experienced something absolutely divine!”
“Oh, at first I was afraid that you were going to profit by the circumstance to give me an undeserved beating. But I assure you that when you hit me, I immediately felt a desire I've never known before! It's almost as though you knew my nature to have made me come with that dose of sadism!”
The man smiled and said:
“No, I didn't know you, but I didn't doubt that your apparent coldness hid an intense joy that asked only to be externalized. I thought that perhaps you had never had occasion to be beaten. Then I thought: 'If I hit her, she'll be sure to enjoy it.' Was I right?”
“You're a bastard, but I don't hate you for it! Yes, when you took me that way it made me suffer, I wanted to bite you, to tear your flesh, but…”
“Yes,” he continued, “when you felt my prick between your thighs, you stopped reacting and I realized that I had just made you experience a different thing. No one has ever hit you before, have they?”
“No, no one! I have an old man who kneels in front of me so I can take his cock in my hands to caress it…”
“Oh! You have an old man?”
“Yes. He's the one who pays when I need it!”
“Yes, I understand! The lady is being kept! Well, after all, you're right. There are enough 'tricks' around to allow that!”
They weren't moving. Stretched out side by side, the two silent forms had discovered their true selves. Those two bodies owed each other the joy of a wonderful night, of that magnificent spasm that had made them tremble and moan deliciously.
They had had nothing but the thirst of their beings, a thirst that is never quenched, and before the jeers of the unconscious masses, under the hateful eyes of too fertile mothers, the ardent female and the intoxicated male stood in a nudity ready to be welded together to let the excess of their vitality escape.
Soon the hour of separation approached.
“Danielle, we must see each other again! Can I meet you tomorrow? We must pursue our physical ecstasies for I'm certain that we'll be able to give each other every possible pleasure. I promise you that I won't hit you again! Once was enough.”